Only man at the moment of his death easier than dew on the leaf table I do not condemn my tribe The bait of this hive bite
The curse of the heavenly soil alien with the light and the air of the night Tired of the night Calling the night Winter Sadness of Garden In your accident, you repeat your Repeat of this marsh Birthday Which of my offspring who was greedy of the death of the season Tired of being tired of being bubbling I am indifferent to my humanity I am a shoot of the moonlight Submission to the Dark Forest
